{"id":4069,"date":"2022-10-06T09:40:12","date_gmt":"2022-10-06T13:40:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4069"},"modified":"2022-10-06T09:40:14","modified_gmt":"2022-10-06T13:40:14","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-197","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/10\/06\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-197\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #197"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/IMAG0289-1024x572.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4070\"\/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Since yesterday <a href=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/10\/05\/autumn-in-new-england-2\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">I wrote<\/a> about the superiority of a New England autumn over an Ohio autumn it is appropriate that I feature a New England poet today. Robert Frost seems quintessentially New England. His poetry is descriptive of a landscape I love. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Spades take up leaves\nNo better than spoons,\nAnd bags full of leaves\nAre light as balloons.\n\nI make a great noise\nOf rustling all day\nLike rabbit and deer\nRunning away.\n\nBut the mountains I raise\nElude my embrace,\nFlowing over my arms\nAnd into my face.\n\nI may load and unload\nAgain and again\nTill I fill the whole shed,\nAnd what have I then?\n\nNext to nothing for weight,\nAnd since they grow duller\nFrom contact with earth,\nNext to nothing for color.\n\nNext to nothing for use,\nBut a crop is a crop,\nAnd who's to say where\nThe harvest shall stop?\n\nGathering Leaves\nRobert Frost<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Since yesterday I wrote about the superiority of a New England autumn over an Ohio autumn it is appropriate that I feature a New England poet today. Robert Frost seems quintessentially New England. His poetry is descriptive of a landscape I love. Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grow duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use, But a crop is a crop, And who&#8217;s to say where The harvest shall stop? Gathering Leaves Robert Frost<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4070,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4069","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4069","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4069"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4069\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4071,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4069\/revisions\/4071"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4069"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4069"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4069"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}